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Chapter Seven: Adara
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I know it’s rude to eavesdrop, and I was raised better, but with my superior Lupine hearing, I couldn’t resist. During the full moon in total wolf mode, a werewolf can hear sounds 10 miles away if the wind is right. Even in human form, our hearing is outstanding. We’re very good with high-pitched sounds, which is why I could hear Mrs. Huntington’s shrill voice even before I was outside her front door. I listened as she sang the praises of my friend Edin: “this handsome, single, rich young man.” Just right for “my darling girls who need husbands.” Rich, I thought, approaching the house. A sudden and important insight into the Huntington family. I knew little about them other than meeting the father a few times, and just the previous day encountering—and becoming obsessed with—his daughter, Adara. But now: These girls are a trio of gold-diggers, I realized. I felt both disdain and disappointment. They're being pushed forward by their social-climbing mother. I nearly turned a
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The walk was incredibly boring. Dane Wiltshire was silent and impossible. He was terrible company. A waste of a beautiful morning, I thought, walking beside him. The sun was warming the chilly air. I was protected from the chill by Dane’s sweater. But not protected from the coldness of Dane himself. Every attempt on my part or my sister’s to engage him in conversation met a dead end. “Lovely morning, isn’t it?” I said as we stepped out my front door. “Hmm.” “This must be delightful for you, Dane.” “Umm?” “Taking a walk, I mean. In the sunlight. I hear you don’t get out much.” “Take the path through the park.” He put his hand on my elbow and steered me into the park. “Splendid,” said Fawna. “Don’t you love our beautiful park?” “This must be a rare treat for you.” I forced a tone of happiness into my voice. “Umm.” It was hopeless. He didn’t bother to hide his disdain for Fawna and me. I suppose it was because we were not “of his class.” But then why didn’t he take his wre
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I breathed a sigh of relief as we finally arrived at my home. Making small talk with not one but two women, and having to do it as we walked along, had been torturous to me. Small talk is not my strength—never has been. But . . . a discussion about Lord Tennyson’s poems—“Mariana” was my favorite—or about Caesar against the Gauls. . . . that kind of talk is my forté. I’ve yet to meet a lady, Lupine or not, who enjoys these conversations. For them it’s all gossip, or fashion, or food, or other topics I detest. Mrs. Huntington, the girls’ stupid mother, was a prime example. So the walk was unpleasant. I was never so glad to see the palms at my front gate, and the gate itself, bearing the brass plaque with the engraving of “Mon Repos.” There were two smaller signs: “Tradesmen Please Use Rear Entrance” and “No Trespassing.” Trespassing. She, Adara, was trespassing. Since meeting her she had constantly trespassed on my thoughts. Perhaps even on my heart . . . . I began by show
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We settled into overstuffed chintz chairs in the salon at Mon Repos. A servant brought some fine oolong with a plate of tea cookies on a silver tray. Dane poured the tea into such exquisite porcelain cups that I was embarrassed at what Mother called “our best China.” Expecting the best after the exchange outside about poison gardens, Fawna and I tried to engage our host in conversation—and failed miserably. As during the walk, he met every question with a grunt or “hmm” or “uh-huh” or, at best, a one-word answer. His tone seemed embarrassed, but I decided he must be motivated by arrogance. Why would a man of his stature—and an Alpha, to boot—be embarrassed about talking to two lowly sisters such as us? Fawna and I exchanged glances of frustration. I wondered how he could be so congenial one minute and then haughty, rude, and incommunicative the next. Was this some Lupine trait I’d never heard of? I dismissed that idea. My parents were both Lupine, and neither was so taciturn. In
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